This one is even shorter, and here I started to use subscript so that i could see what I had written, and what the phantom had. This may make it difficult to read, and if it does, then feel free to comment, you many, many readers you...
I like horses, they’re my friends. Crazy beasts. Thick as a tropical fish. Sack of nerves, and without the brains to do anything about it but die. Or kill. Hungry. Didn’t eat breakfast. No time. Need to eat. Je t’aime, non plus. Its French. Had those bloody words going round my head for the last 3 days. No apparent reason. Just have been.
I think you might be crazy.
Who asked you, go away.
Fine.
Good.
Bastard.
Same to you. Gone? Good. Now what?
Hungry.
Thanks. Oi! Didn’t I tell you to go away?
I can’t.
why not?
Because I am you, and you cant get away from yourself, it just doesn’t work.
Bugger. Well can you at least pretend not to be there?
I’ll try, but it isn’t likely to work.
Just try. Now. I’m hungry. Nearly finished. 5 minutes left. Then got to take that crappy letter thing to reception for mr claytons pa. PA. not pa. P. A. P A.
Said letter was my reply from Mensa. If you don't know what that means, its probably not worth telling you...
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